there's a woman driving home
after working her confidence down to the bone
and when she looks into the rearview she doesn't recognize who
is looking back at her anymore
she's been hearing it her whole life:
"such a good professional. such a good wife."
but when she looks at what she's got she thinks, "someday i'll get caught
faking my way through this world."
and she is not alone
in this imposter syndrome
it's just another side-effect of the way life goes
and on the road she passes a van
that's carrying an up-and-coming rock and roll band
and they know when they get back they've got to finish up these tracks
and leave for a european tour
and finally forget what they've been doing this for.
oh but they are not alone
and this imposter syndrome
is just another side-effect of the way life goes
because ambition changes everything
and completion changes everything
everything changes everything that wasn't a part of the plan.
but how can it be that even with the things we love,
we run the risk of losing that which makes us what we are?
try to keep it all in line. try to keep it all in a row.
but what if we don't? what if that only goes so far?